This weekend was a wash. I got dumped off a cruise ship at the end of the week just in time to drop the children with my former other half. From there, it seems as though I crawled into bed and never left the house. It's not the truth, of course.
In reality, I taught my Zumba class Friday as I typically would. I showered up and nestled in for the evening. I toiled over my final paper due on Saturday where I would concoct some semblance of an argument over the realism present in Petronius' Satyricon. It wasn't much of a last paper, but it was enough for me to end the semester.
Saturday I rose early and began polishing up my last thoughts in paragraphs to then be emailed to my professor. Then, I submitted grades for the writing and yoga courses I taught over the fall semester. I still wasn't feeling very well, but managed to stroll over to the Vietnamese restaurant within walking distance and eat some curry to soothe my sore throat. Sunday was much of the same; I made an effort to get to the grocery store and threw together some slow-cooked chicken concoction for dinner. The husband and I watched football between naps and an impromptu pizza delivery.
The kids will be back in the afternoon. I'm tossing around the idea of going to have lunch with them tomorrow at school. After all, it's winter break for the college, and there's a little more time on my hands.
Surely, I could chalk it up to feeling under the weather. It's truly all a blur.
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